About the poet
Patrick Kavanagh (1904-67) is one of Ireland's best-loved poets: when the Irish Times compiled a...
We borrowed the loan of Kerr's big ass
To go to Dundalk with butter,
Brought him home the evening before the market
An exile that night in Mucker.
We heeled up the cart before the door,
We took the harness inside -
The straw-stuffed straddle, the broken breeching
With bits of bull-wire tied;
The winkers that had no choke-band,
The collar and the reins...
In Ealing Broadway, London Town
I name their several names
Until a world comes to life -
Morning, the silent bog,
And the God of imagination waking
In a Mucker fog.
from Collected Poems (Allen Lane, 2004), by permission of the Jonathan Williams Literary Agency for the Estate. Recordings used by permission of Claddagh Records.